Quiana

Will he clasp you now. make you drink more drink, show you where’s shadow, your eyes beat as fireflies, waltz you to the brink, floods this Sunday tide, a rocking of the boat, somehow breaks the links, about how far you'll go, sails unfurl and rise high, your golden tones shrink, you have always been wise, this friend now sits alone, what is he thinking, his laughter turns hollow, perhaps your new brightside, leads him from the rink, you're no one's easy ride, that's just how it is.